Him:She's the illusive part of a dream.Blink and wonder if she's real. Can beauty be that vivid? Can a mind be that sharp? A mouth that bold?She's everything I've ever been denied. She's everything I'm too afraid to say I want. She's here. Panther eyes. Hands on mine. In mine. On me.She's better than a dream. Because she'll stayIf I give it all up... moreHim:She's the illusive part of a dream.Blink and wonder if she's real. Can beauty be that vivid? Can a mind be that sharp? A mouth that bold?She's everything I've ever been denied. She's everything I'm too afraid to say I want. She's here. Panther eyes. Hands on mine. In mine. On me.She's better than a dream. Because she'll stayIf I give it all up. Her:He's the man I liked too much to pity and wanted too much to ignoreA harp played, a woman moaned her agonies and luxuries into a microphone and He had chocolate and Scotch in his hands when I told him I wanted himIt was better than I imagined. He wants to hide us and everything we've become. Family, money, occupations, and career paths.There's too much at stake, he says. I am supposed to be his lifelong enemy. Not this.But I am me, and I am hisSacrifices will have to be made. less